Marty was just out of college and he was in the process of looking for a job more suited to his degree. He was back, living with parents and working construction till something better came along. He was a handsome guy that played baseball in college...definitely homecoming king material. I'd say he was the quintessential, frat boy, just over six foot and toned, with a hot muscled body.
We met through mutual friends and started spending quite a bit of time together. We dated, but mostly we were fuck buddies...it worked for us since his girlfriend, Paige, was away at school. They were serious and eventually got married...and then divorced. Paige was the only other person that knew Marty was bi, and that he and I were involved. In all honesty, she supported our relationship, because it kept him away from other women. We did hide things from the larger group of friends...which we both found to be exciting. This meant hook-ups after everybody else headed home and we'd do it in a parking lot...behind a bar, in a park...on a golf course...even his parents' driveway.
Anyway, things just happened when I spotted a couple tapes (yes, VHS tapes...it was in the 90's) in his room that were clearly bi-threesome porn. You know the plot...two bi-curious guys and a hot chick that doesn't mind sharing. Anyway, he clearly didn't want me to see them because he threw a shirt over them.
We watched a movie that featured some hot sex; it wasn't porn, but it had a scene, where main character was getting a blowjob. After it was over, he confided in me that he had been curious for a long time and apologized for hiding the porn; he was just used to hiding it from everybody. Knowing I was bi, he felt comfortable talking to me, but then he got way too nervous, "Uh...um...would you...uh...be interested in a blowjob...I could give you a blowjob...maybe? I don't wanna freak you out, though."
Marty was hot college guy, and I had a growing hard-on just thinking about it. I looked at him, "Shit Marty...you know I've been with guys and you're asking me if I want head from you...a hot stud."
He smiled, "Well, I've never done this before...but I'm glad you think I'm hot...or a stud...you know."
"Sorry, I don't mean to make things more difficult...I know it's hard to put yourself out there like that." I grinned and started to unbuckle my belt, "The answer is yes...yes, I'd be interested in a blowjob...but only if I can return the favor."
A little awkwardly, Marty reached out to help, tucking his fingers into my underwear to slip them down. We both laughed when it got hung up on my dick, and he had to pull the waistband over the head. The fumble lightened the mood, but then he gazed for a moment, silently. Beyond half hard, it stood out from my body, but I stroked a couple times, till it stood proudly upright. "What are you thinking, Marty?"
He told me he'd never been that close to another man's cock...well, except when he tripped over a bench in the locker room.
Anyway, after we laughed, he shook his head and exclaimed, "Rob...uh...this's fucking weird, but I think we have the same dick!" He dropped his pants and out it came, hard as rock, "Look, we have the same fuckin' dick!"
"You're my brotha from anotha motha," he laughed.
He was right; we were the same with very little difference...they both even stood erect at the same angle...with the same arcing shaft. His pubes were darker, and the head was more of a helmet...just slightly, though. The veining was different, and it was more prominent on the shaft.
I reached out to trail my fingers over it, "Fuck! Dude! We do have the same cock! I like your veins better." Though true, I realized how weird that sounded and made fun of myself, "Nice fuckin' veins, dude...you got some crazy...protruding...veins."
He laughed, "I think I can say, no one's ever told me that before."
He stood closer to compare and once they were side by side, he remarked, "Fuck, look at that! Same shape...same length...it's the same dick. It's like we got twins, dude!"
I laughed, "It's like you're my hot, brother...or twin brother...we could do incest porn!"
"Incest porn! Yeah, incestuous brothers...that sounds hot!" "You know...I have that one," he laughed, "I think it's under the bed."
He was trying to be funny, but I saw that flicker in his brown eyes; I found it both exciting and familiar...it was lust...cocklust! I felt it too...the intense, raw desire...cocklust! I wanted to hold his cock; I wanted to feel it in my lips, every thick inch. I fantasized about him pushing inside me...or pushing inside him. I bet he's tight...virgin-tight!
Despite all that going through my head, I stayed cool...and alpha. I wanted to be the first to take that ass. "Go for it, dude," I said. "Stroke it for me!"
Without any hesitation, he reached out and wrapped his fingers around the shaft. It was crazy hard, he bobbed it around some and gripped tighter. His fingers trailed up over the hard flesh, and immediately he went for it, parting his lips over the head. Taking it as deep as he could, he pumped his head a few times. He pulled off and held the base; it stood proud and pulsing with arousal. Inches from his intense brown eyes, he stroked slowly, sensing the way the skin stretched tight over the steely shaft; he was mesmerized, running his hand up and down and pressing it into his cheek, to caress his face with its veiny girth.
Though familiar, it was still another man's cock, and I watched him savor the solid, thick warmth. I groaned, rolling my hips and humping through his grip; his fingers worked up and down the shaft, admiring the subtle veining...especially the big one, running over the top. The minute differences, between us were of interest, but having a man's cock to satisfy was really overwhelming.
Using both hands, he tenderly worshipped the hard flesh in his grasp. It was arching, thick and hard, and just inches from his face. His gaze was focused on hard, man-crush cock, but he smiled up at me.
I returned the smile and said, "Go ahead, Marty...I want you to suck it, more." I repeated myself, "Marty, I want you to suck it...I need you to suck my cock. Go ahead!"
Hearing me say that, unlocked something he'd fantasized about. He gently stroked the shaft, yearning to experience more...its thickness, its weight and its taste. He pushed me onto the bed and took it with both hands, closing his fingers around its throbbing girth. He licked the very tip, sliding down over the head, until it passed through his lips. He was turned-on and couldn't believe he had another guy's hard cock in his mouth.
With the heat and hard flesh pulsing between his lips, lust drove him to run his tongue over the head. Tracing the corona, and probing the slit, he was desperate to touch and feel everything. His fantasy was finally real; he had a cock in his mouth, and he wanted to explore every inch, cataloging every detail in his brain.
I groaned and dug my fingers into his hair, urging him to take it deeper...and faster. He didn't mind being forced or nudged, at all. Man-crush...boyfriend...or fuck buddy? It didn't much matter; the only thing that mattered was in his mouth. Wanting to suck it good...wanting to feel it pulse with orgasm...wanting a hot load on his tongue, those needs circled endlessly through his head.
The blowjob was amazing; it felt amazing when he held it in his lips...I wanted it to last...we both wanted it to last. He stopped to admire his work a couple times...it was a big, beautiful cock, shiny with spit...his spit. Each time, it was overwhelmingly clear that he wanted more; he wanted it back in his mouth...it was perfect there, between his lips.
"Dude, you're a good cocksucker...fuck...fuck, you're good! You look good on that cock. I can tell you like it...like to suck it."
